So what do I want from life?
I have no fucking idea.
In those moments, I truly do not know what I want. I question whether I want to give up the quiet house and the free time (more like extra hours at work) and the limited obligations. I wonder whether spending time with other people's kids is enough. Do we really need our own? Can we just be the cool Aunt and Uncle who can afford to buy nice things for our siblings' kids because we don't have any of our own? Can I be fulfilled enough with what we have and not desperately need more?
I already know the answers to all of these questions. I don't think they really change anything, but they're there, and, for that reason, they probably deserve some attention.
It's hip to be square, kids.